Chapter 92

Meg gave me a look that was very different from a moment ago when the first strains of ‘Night Train’ began. We’d just finished a swing number where I rediscovered what a good dancer she was. She’d followed me so well that it was like we’d been dancing together forever, but a swing number is different from a song like ‘Night Train’. She obviously knew it and the look she gave me was a dark, sexy one that befits this kind of music.

‘Night Train’ is an old tune. Mom told me that it had been around since before she was born. It came from the ‘boogie-woogie’ era and you rarely hear music like it anymore. It starts slowly, but it rapidly builds into soul-pounding melody that used to drive me crazy when I was a kid. Mom had a tape of it. I would hum it for days afterward whenever I listened to it.

The first time I saw someone dance to it was at a grammar school dance, but it wasn’t our kids, and it wasn’t inside the hall. Some friends and I were just leaving when a couple of cars full of high school kids pulled into the parking lot. They apparently were there waiting for our dance to end to pick up younger siblings. One of the cars had a tape player and one of the couples began dancing when someone plugged ‘Night Train’ in. Someone said that they were doing the ‘Dirty Boogie’, and watching them was incredibly hot! The guy was all over the girl, dry-humping her, rubbing his body against her and rubbing his hands on her butt. She was wearing jeans and he put one leg between her legs at one point, and she began to slid her crotch up and down on him. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen at my age. I couldn’t wait to get home so that I could masturbate, then I’d stayed up half the night practicing the dance moves I’d seen.

I was amazed that Meg had asked for that tune, and surprised that the band even knew it. We started slowly, but Meg immediately moved close to me and I began to see how good she really was. Her body was less than inch away from me, but it was like we were glued together. I was tentative at first because I didn’t know how sexy she wanted this to get, but she let me know when she lowered her head, looked up at me through half-closed lids, gave me a very sexy look, and moved her body against me.

She started to mimic my every move when the music began to go up-tempo. She seemed to know what I was going to do even before I did. We moved so smoothly together that I tried some things I hadn’t tried before, and she followed me like we’d been doing this forever. I got so confident that I tried some of those sexy moves that I remembered from that time in the parking lot and she followed with some moves of her own. We were nearly having sex right on the dance floor by the time the music built toward the finale.

The song ended with me holding her tightly against me and one of her legs wrapped around me. We must have looked good because there were hoots and cheers from the crowd. It was a turn on, but not as much as the girl I had in my arms. I held on to her for an extra few seconds, our faces scant inches apart. She was breathing heavily, and her body was covered with a light perspiration sheen. I’d always thought that she was pretty, but dressed like she was in her skimpy bikini right now, she was breathtaking. It was easy to picture her naked, and I was so turned on I thought I would burst. Meg was still pressed tightly against me and my cock was jammed against her leg. She must have felt it because she got a twinkle in her eye. She twisted around until our crotches were touching and she moved around a little. Not a lot, just enough to tell me that she knew the condition I was in, then she giggled, broke away from me, ran to Lane, and jumped in his lap.

I was on the way back to my table when the greeter stopped me and said, “Miss Galatea will be out in a few minutes, but there’s time for a quick shower if you want to get that body oil off you.”

That sounded like a good idea and I wanted to get out of the silly grass skirt, so I went back to the dressing room. The divers were gone, so I dropped the skirt and my ‘thong’ and stepped into the bathroom. I took a fast shower and the bathroom was full of steam when I got out, so I stepped back into the dressing room as I was toweling off. I was bent over wiping my legs when someone said, “That wasn’t bad, but if you want to know how that dance should really be done, maybe I’ll show you sometime.”

It startled me, and I looked up to see Dolores Rio sitting in a chair watching me. My first thought was to cover up, but she looked like she had an ‘attitude’, so it only took me a split second to decide what to do. I finished drying my legs, then I took the towel in my hand and I walked toward her. She was seated, so when I got close to her, my cock was directly in front of her. Her eyes darted from my cock to my face and back a couple of times, before she said, “W-What are you doing?”

I dropped the towel in her lap, turned around, and said, “How about drying my back?” Two or three seconds went by before I felt the towel hit me in the back and she said, “Dry your own back, Asshole.”

I picked the towel up and she stood up and glared at me as I turned around. I pretended not to notice and went ahead and finished drying myself, then I slipped my shirt and trunks on.

She was still glaring at me when I finished, and she said, “Well, did you enjoy showing me your cock?”

I answered, “Sure, did you see anything you liked?”

Her eyes narrowed and she seemed to study me for a minute then she said, “I know you, I’ve seen you at the studio. Aren’t you the one who’s married to Kristen Baker?”

“Something like that.”

“So, who’s that girl you came with?”

“She’s a friend of mine. Why do you ask?”

“I want to know what’s going on. I was told that I was going to be Miss Galatea.”

“Who told you that?”

“Jack did. He said that it was a sure thing.”

“I guess that they found someone they liked better.”

“Well, that’s bullshit. I wouldn’t have come this weekend if I’d known they were going to pick someone else.”

“Look at the bright side. You had a great dinner and I bet that Jack will make it up to you later tonight.”

She made a face and said, “Ha! Fat chance of that happening.”

I was pretty sure that I knew what she meant and I thought I’d pry a little, so I said, “Why not? I’d make sure the evening had a happy ending if I was out with someone as foxy as you are.”

She raised an eyebrow and stared at me for a few seconds before she answered, “Thanks, but let’s change the subject.”

“Okay, what’s the big deal about being Miss Galatea?”

“It’s good for a couple of reasons. Jack said they always give Miss Galatea a nice prize. It was a Lady Rolex last year. It’s supposed to be jewelry of some kind this year.”

“What do you care about stuff like that? It can’t be the money; you’re the star of a hit TV show.”

Her next comment surprised me. She said, “C’mon, you’re in the business. It’s not just the prize, it’s the exposure. There are some industry people here and my show might not be picked up next season.”

I was flattered that she considered me to be in the ‘business’, so I pretended to nod my head in agreement and said, “That won’t be a problem for someone as pretty and talented as you.”

Her eyebrow came up again and she said, “Are you flirting with me?”

I was trying to think of something clever to say when music started playing in the dining room, so I gave up and said, “Let’s go see what’s happening.”

I held the door for her and she gave me one of those sexy looks through half-closed eyes that women can do when she passed me, but I wasn’t sure if she was serious or just teasing me.

I got back to our table just as the music changed to a softer tone and the greeter announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, we present Lady Galatea,” and over a blare of trumpets, the four guys who’d been playing the drums earlier carried a fancy, chair-like thing supported by two long poles in. Monique was in the chair wearing a flowing green robe with a high collar, looking like some kind of jungle queen. She was heavily made up with exaggerated lines at and around her eyes that made them stand out like emeralds. She was wearing a large tiara, jeweled earrings that were at least six inches long, and she was holding a jeweled scepter.

The guys carried her down the aisle between the tables and they made two complete circles when they got to the dance area before they set her down. The music stopped and the greeter said, “Lady Galatea, would you greet our guests?”

Monique stood up and walked around the floor, stopping at each table for a quick shake of her scepter. She winked slightly when she got to our table, then she went to the other tables before she went to the center of the dance floor after she had completed the rounds.

I was so busy watching Monique that I didn’t see that Selin had come in and was standing next to the greeter.

He said, “Ladies and Gentleman, you may have noticed that security was a little tighter this year. This is the reason.”

He nodded to Monique. She slowly loosened a clasp at her neck and the robe dropped to the floor as the band went, “Ta-daa.”

There was a gasp from every woman in the room and some of the men. She was wearing a bikini that was completely covered with jewels.

Monique did a slow turn as Selin gestured to one of the guests and said, “Thanks to our friend Murray Weinstein of Weinstein Jewelers, this will be the first time anyone has seen what the queen of the ball will be wearing at the diamond Jubilee in Paris this year. All the jewels except one are genuine diamonds and there are more than fifteen carats on the shoes alone. The one large stone at her bodice is a thirty carat emerald that once belonged to a European king.”

Monique started around the room, stopping at each table so that the people could admire everything, but I noticed that most of the men were paying more attention to her than they were at the jewels. The bikini bottom was very brief and a mass of diamonds and the top wasn’t a bra at all, it was a series of strung diamonds that went under and around her breasts. It looked like her nipples should have been poking through but they weren’t for some reason.

Selin watched the men looking at her, and he added, “We are doubly fortunate this evening because shining as brightly as the jewels is the beautiful Monique.”

Monique flashed him a smile that would have melted an iceberg and continued her rounds.

The jeweler said something to her when she got to the table where he was sitting, and she did several slow complete turns while he explained something to the people at his table.

There were three couples sitting there. The girls who were with the jeweler and the man next to him were blondes covered in makeup and were very hard looking. The couple at the rear of the table was partially blocked from my view, but I could see the girl. She was skinny, not very attractive, and she looked to be about fourteen. I was wondering what she was doing here when the guy leaned forward and I could see him.

Something about him was familiar. Unlike most of the other men in the room, he was overweight with a bald head and puffy, pig-like eyes. He was staring at Monique with such a lecherous look on his face that I thought about running over to him and punching him in the mouth for an instant, then I realized who he was. It was Ceil Cohen’s husband, Abe, the guy I had first met in the fancy restaurant where Karen and I had dinner.

Monique made another pass around the room, stopping at each table so that people could admire the amazing jewel collection. I saw why you couldn’t see her nipples when she got to our table. The strands of diamonds were sewed to a flesh-colored, almost invisible mesh that mostly hid what was beneath it, but you could see the outline of her nipples and the darker ring of her areola when she got close. It was startling and a huge turn on.

Monique walked back and stood beside Selin when she completed her rounds.

Watching her walk was amazing. She was doing that crossover walk models do when they’re on a runway. It looks kind of silly when some models do it. It looked sexy as hell when she did it.

Selin watched her until she got to him, and he continued to stare at her for a few seconds. He then turned to the audience and began speaking about the charity we were here to raise funds for. It apparently had something to do with an orphanage. He didn’t spend a lot of time talking about it, but a guy rolled a cart loaded with huge bottles of champagne into the room while he was.

Monique headed for the tables as soon as Selin quit speaking, and the guy with the cart followed her. She would go to a table and one of the men at the table would hand her an envelope. She would turn and hand it to the guy with the cart, then she would take a bottle from the cart, turn to the man who gave her the envelope and say, “Thank you,” as she handed the bottle to him.

She did it to each man at the table and the way she did it was a crack-up. She would stop far enough away from the table that she had to bend forward to hand him the bottle, but she only bent at the waist. It made her insanely cute butt stick out a little for everyone to admire, and her head was at eye level so that the guy she was handing the bottle to got a good look at her beautiful face, the jewels, and her chest.

She would quickly turn away as soon as the guy took the bottle, but almost every one of the guys was bug-eyed by the time she did.

Everybody took the bottle but Abe Cohen, who sat there staring at her tits until she finally gave up and put the bottle down, then he watched her, glassy-eyed, until she went to the next table.

Lane handed me an envelope just before she got to our table, and said, “Give this to her when she gets to us,” and handed another like it to Jay, who started laughing.

I asked, “What is it?”

Lane answered, “It’s for the dinner.”

Jay was leaning back in his chair grinning, and he added, “It’s a check for a thousand dollars, Pete. I told you that this was going to be an expensive dinner.”

Shocked, I said, “A thousand dollars for only six dinners?”

“No, the check is just for you and Monique. It’s a grand for each couple! Don’t worry, he can afford it. Besides, this is a charity, so it’s a write-off.”

Both Meg and Marla seemed as surprised as I was, but Meg was the first to comment. She put her arms around Lane’s neck and said, “Gee, good-looking and rich. I may have to keep you.”

Lane said, “I’m counting on it,” and he kissed her. I don’t think that it started that way, but the kiss got intense. Only Monique’s arrival at our table caused it to end and I could tell that Meg was shaken when they parted.

Monique stopped in front of Doctors Snow and Engle first when she got to us. They didn’t immediately look at her because they were so caught up in a private conversation. He looked like he was hitting on her, and she was smiling like she was enjoying it. Monique didn’t do the bend-at-the-waist thing when they finally turned to her after she was offered their envelopes. She just smiled, accepted the envelopes and handed them their wine instead. She did the same thing to us, but Marla said, “Would you come closer so that I can see that emerald if I promise not to stare at your tits.” Monique grinned, moved closer, and both Marla and Meg stared at the emerald and shook their heads in wonder.

I didn’t look at the emerald; I just stared at her tits.

Monique went back and stood next to Selin when she finished her ‘walk around’. He said, “I know that the orphanage will be grateful for your kind donations. Now we have a surprise for someone,” and he whispered something to Monique. She headed back to our table and s held her hand out to Doctor Engle when she got here, and said, “Will you please come with me?”

Dr. Engle stood up and he followed Monique with a quick glance at Dr. Snow. Monique headed back to our table after they got to Selin, and stood there while Selin said, “I understand that you have something you’d like to say, Doctor Engle.”

Dr. Engle replied, “Yes. I came here today for several reasons. Part of it was hard business, the other part was something that I was looking forward to. I concluded the hard part earlier this evening, and now I’d like to do the fun part.” He looked at our table and said, “Would you please escort Doctor Snow up here, Monique?”

Monique nodded and a confused Dr. Snow followed her to Dr. Engle who said, “This is a double pleasure for me. I was able to meet and dine with this charming lady and I was able to do this.” He handed her an envelope and as she opened it he said, “My colleagues and I are happy to present her with our letter of intent to fund the new wing for her clinic.”

Dr. Snow thanked him after a round of applause, and she was beaming and full of questions when they came back to the table. I noticed they were sitting even closer together than they were before as he answered them. She was seated next to me, so I could see what they were doing and he put his hand on her shoulder at one point. She put her hand on his knee and turned toward him when he did, blocking my view.

They continued talking for a minute, then I saw his eyes flicker and a little smile cross his lips. I suspected that her hand had found something to do, and he was pleased about it whatever it was. Watching them was fun. He was a handsome guy with graying temples. She had the body of a younger woman, but she had to be in her late forties or early fifties, and they were behaving like a couple of teenagers.

The band started playing again, and Selin said, “Miss Galatea will walk around the room once more. The band will continue to play after that in case anyone would like to dance, or there’ll be brandy and cigars on deck for those who’d like.

Monique made her final walkaround and Cohen said something to her when she got to the table where he was sitting. She stared at him for a minute then she reached to his table and picked up a water glass. It looked like she was going to throw it at him, but Selin rushed over, said something to her, and took the glass from her. She finished the rounds and Monique stopped and said something to Selin that looked like she was thanking him as some people got up to leave the room. She started to leave after a moment, and Delores Rio stopped her. They had a few words, then they both looked at me and Monique shrugged, nodded, and left after another word or two.

Curious, I watched Ms. Rio go to the band and say something, then she came to our table and said, “Let’s dance. Your girlfriend said that she didn’t mind.” The band started with a tune I was familiar with. It was a foxtrot and something that Mom and I had danced to a thousand times.

She was good. She was as easy to dance with as Meg was, and probably more trained in conventional dance. We began flying around the floor and I did some flourishes that Mom and I had practiced. She followed everything I did and added some moves of her own. She’s only about five foot two, so our height differences made things a little difficult, but I was having a good time.

It was near the end of the tune and we had danced over close to our table when the band picked up the pace and I decided to have some fun. I picked her off the ground, pulled her against me, began twirling her around and we finished the song with her feet off the ground. She didn’t struggle, but I could tell that she wasn’t pleased. She frowned and stepped back when I set her down, then said, “Your skinny-assed girlfriend might like the ‘he-man’ shit, but I’m not used to being treated like a rag doll.”

I was a little embarrassed, so I decided to flatter her and I said, “You’re really pretty and I wanted to hold you close to me.” Her look changed from annoyance to surprise and she stood there for a minute, looking at me.